Natalie was pacing around her room, constantly checking her time and phone. Her eyes snapped towards the door at every slight movement, and her shoulders dropped in disappointment whenever it wasn't who she had expected.

 

 She had been calling Elvis non-stop, but his number remained unreachable, and neither was Javier's line going through.

 

She tossed her phone aside and walked towards the mini table beside her bed. There was a jug filled with water and a glass cup beside it.

 

She bent over and poured herself a cup, gulping the water down her dry throat. It had become a habit she couldn't control since childhood, which made her mother buy...